It's gloomy today in Edinburgh. It makes me miss.... childhood. Maybe it's not asia I miss, but childhood. It somehow glimmers and shines brightly in my memory, like a bright house on a stormy day. Like a Christmas tree at 6a.m.... as the sun begins to rise. Like being waken up every morning by mum or dad with a flick of the lights.

Somewhere behind the dust and greyness of adolescence it shines.